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Ms Justice: Talk Dirty Girl

Synne City Super Heroines in Peril Non-canon Short Stories

By JK Waylon

“Incoming!” Fury shouted.

“Got ‘em,” Ms Justice said. She ducked under a wild haymaker, then kicked straight up in the man’s jaw. He fell straight back, out cold. That released her to fly up and straight down the alley at the dozen newcomers. “Stupid gangbangers!”

After clearing the melee fight between four other super heroines and the street gang, Ms Justice dropped back to the ground and raced straight into the incoming gangbangers. She started swinging fists, elbows, and lashing out with her red-booted feet. The red, white, and blue flag-themed beauty plowed through the middle of those men. She smashed every two out of three to the ground, before flying up in a big loop and returning to attack the remaining men.

She blocked a punch at her face, spun to drive a long stiletto heel into his ribs, and flashed a grin when he staggered away clutching his broken rib. Then another gangbanger pounded a fist into her back above her left kidney.

“Aaiiee!” she cried out. “How dare you hit a lady!”

Turning to engage him, she prepared to KO him with her feet wide for support. And he kicked straight up between her legs. Her eyes widened, knees slapping together, as her red gloved hands grabbed that most sensitive place. He just grinned at her, and then wound up to deliver a fight ending punch to the face.

“No,” she gasped out, and sucked it up. It took all she had, but Ms Justice kicked straight up into his chin, sending the big gangbanger flying back five feet. “Now stay down.”

Rage consumed her, and the shapely blonde tore into the remaining men still standing. With Fury, Minx, Gold Avenger, and Golden Girl, they beat the street gang down and called the police. Then the super heroines bound the perps with zip ties, before dragging them together in three lines.

“I got this,” Gold Avenger said. “Why don’t the rest of you post as guards atop the buildings while I deal with the police?”

That worked for Ms Justice. No one enjoyed all the red tape involved with the police. So she flew up atop a nearby building and looked down upon the mean streets of Synne City. Looking for more gangbangers coming to help out in the fight.

Three big black Cadillac Escalades turned onto the street as the masked vigilante watched. She wondered who they could be. The leaders of the gangs? Mobsters? No one came to Jerrod Street in the middle of the night to buy groceries. It was all hookers and drug dealers. Mostly drug dealers. Other black market items were sold there, including human trafficking. Indeed, the gang they just put down was selling some young women to pimps when they caught them red-handed.

Ms Justice pulled her phone out of her right thigh boot. She began video recording the three SUVs. They pulled up to the building across the street and three down from her location. She was taking it all rather casually until a familiar face emerged from the middle vehicle.

Pierce Rodgers? she thought, heart racing. Her alter ego’s boss. Indeed, he was one of the richest men in the world, owner of the world’s largest media corporation. What the hell is he doing here, of all places?

The billionaire walked up to the door, pulled out his phone, and worked on it a moment. It looked like he was messaging someone inside, because the door opened a moment later to allow him inside.

Baby blues narrowed. Why am I surprised? He is a dirtbag of the highest order.

Pierce hired her alter ego, Kelly, straight out of high school. He gave her a job as a reporter for her local TV station, which he owned. And the very next day the sexual harassment began. The man actually copped a feel, and then had the audacity to blame her. At first, she wondered if it was true. Could she have done something to encourage him? It didn’t take long to realize it was all on him, because he hit on her every single time their paths crossed for the next fourteen years. Her alter ego was still required to meet with him once a week. Alone. In his office. She thought about it as her weekly sexual harassment session.

He’s got me just where he wants me, she thought, rage building. If I complain publically, I’ll lose my number one rated TV show along with my twenty million dollar a year salary. God, how I hate him.

Kelly wasn’t ready to retire at thirty-two. So for fourteen years she’d grinned and beared it. But if Ms Justice caught him red-handed dealing with drug smuggling, or human trafficking…

She grimaced and sighed. But if I go after him as Ms Justice, and fail to get a conviction, then he will use his media empire to attack and destroy me and all other super heroines.

An option came to mind. A different way to get the goods on him. One that would involve her alter ego, and hopefully be a way to discover his secrets so she could call the police or FBI anonymously. She needed to ensure neither her civilian nor her super heroine personas were officially involved in his take down.

And there was only one way to gain such close access.

Ms Justice closed her eyes, her blood running cold.

~**~**~

“Does it really take an entire hour?” Teri asked, scowling as she watched her boss.

Kelly cut her eyes in the dressing room mirror, watching her personal assistant while she touched up her lashes. Then she applied another coat of lip gloss.

“It doesn’t take an hour to sexually harass a woman,” she said. “But the boss always tries to take a full hour with me. He’s rarely able to control himself that long, though.”

“I don’t like it.”

She rolled her eyes. Teri Caston was a pretty young woman, so vulnerable at that company. Kelly had done her best to protect her from the corporate predators. Still, the pretty brunette needed to know the facts as they currently stood, so she could make important decisions about her life and career.

“My sessions with Mr. Rodgers sounds worse than they are,” she said. “There’s absolutely no sex, and very little touching.”

Pierce usually copped a feel of her butt, and occasionally he’d even grab a handful of large, firm tit. She always quickly slapped his hands away, but not before he got hands on her. And those inappropriate touches always ended the session, since she used it as her excuse to storm out.

Kelly stepped over to the full-length mirror and studied her reflection. Her long blonde hair was parted down the middle, with little pigtails to provide a little interest. They were so small most men wouldn’t even notice them. But Pierce would. His eyes missed nothing about her physical appearance. Her busty, shapely body was sheathed in an uber tight hot pink halter dress that barely dropped down low enough to cover her assets. The dress was too tight, too thin to wear underwear of any kind. Her long legs were bare, ending in the tallest pink stiletto pumps she owned.

Yeah, he liked her to arrive in their weekly harassment sessions dressed to thrill.

“Take an early and long lunch, Teri,” she said. A quick glance at the clock showed five minutes until her 10 AM appointment with destiny. “I plan to do an early lunch after my session ends.”

“What if it takes longer?”

She froze, heart racing, pussy aching. That means he won, and… she thought. And everything has changed for the rest of my career here at AmCable News.

Aloud, she said, “It never even lasts the entire hour, since he can’t help himself, and does or says something I can use to storm out.”

Kelly regarded her PA a moment. Pierce will have me exactly where he wants me if this goes wrong. No question. I’ll be his playth…

Her breath whooshed out at the thought of being Pierce Rodgers’ plaything. His mistress. His fuck toy to enjoy at his leisure. Kelly had toed that line, literally teetered between her moral ethics and giving him what he wanted for fourteen long years. She understood from day one that once she crossed that line, she was his to do with as he pleased.

“Wish me luck,” she said, and strode out of her dressing room.

Kelly wended her way through the narrow corridors to the elevator, and then rode it up to the top floor. Pure corporate opulence greeted her when the elevator opened. The receptionist gave her a knowing look. Kelly did her best to maintain a friendly face as she approached the super sexy redhead.

“Kelly Kavanaugh to see Pierce Rodgers,” she said.

Yeah, they both knew who she was, and why she was there. Pierce harassed all the hot women working at the network. That sexy redhead probably got it every single day.

The receptionist picked up her phone and pressed a button. “Sir, Kelly Kavanaugh is here to see you. Yes, sir.”

The blonde’s insides tightened, becoming hot and tingly. Today wasn’t a normal sexual harassment session, where the boss man ogled her, talked about her face, hair, body, and wardrobe not being quite sexy enough. Nope, she had an agenda. Yet, she still wasn’t sure she could go through with it. If her plan failed, then she would be Pierce’s plaything for the rest of her career.

“He’s waiting for you in his office, Mrs. Kavanaugh,” the receptionist said. “Good luck.”

Kelly rolled her eyes at that as she stepped out toward the CEO’s office. Pierce’s door was open as she passed by a dozen desks with sexy female assistants hard at work behind them. Only a few even bothered to look up. Kelly rapped softly on the door as she stepped inside.

“Knock knock,” she said. “I’m here.”

“And punctual as usual,” he said. “I could set my clocks by you. Close the door.”

Kelly closed and locked the door. She’d had others barge in before. Too humiliating. Then she strode over to stand three feet before and centered on his desk. Pierce’s predatory eyes raked her head to toe. His little smile of satisfaction sent a thrill up her spine. She’d dressed a little sexier than usual, with an outfit that could possibly get her naked a lot easier and faster. His predatory eyes immediately recognized the “opportunity.”

“So what are you going to criticize about me this week?” she asked. “Have I failed to thrust my boobs out far enough? Are my hemlines an inch too low? Are my heels not scary high enough?”

Kelly dropped her eyes, bit her lip, and tried to look distressed. He perked up. Of course he recognized a weakness within her. She could well imagine how his mind was trying to figure out the best strategy to take advantage of her.

“Actually, my dear, you’ve looked amazing every night since our last meeting,” he said, voice low and smooth. “Why so sad?”

She hesitated. Can I do this? Should I do this?

Kelly completely lost all of her confidence in the plan, and she never had that much to begin with. She just didn’t know any other way to get her hands on his phone, and/or his computer. So, heart hammering, she licked her lips and lifted her eyes to lock with his.

“It’s personal,” she whispered like a broken doll. “My personal life.”

Pierce was on his feet in a flash, pressing up to her side, one comforting arm around her shoulders. While instinct wanted her to cringe way, Kelly forced her body to lean into him. Her head came to rest on his shoulder, while he stroked her long, silky hair. Yes, he was already indulging his love of the female body.

His left hand came up to cup her cheek. Kelly’s heart skipped a beat. Was he going to kiss her already? Wow. That man didn’t waste time. Worse, she expected to have more time to abandon her plan. And she definitely didn’t want to let him seduce her so fast and easily.

I’m not a slut!

Then he did something she’d never had anyone do right off like that. Pierce slid his thumb across her lower lip. Her mouth opened to object, as she started to pull her head back. Then she caught the faintest hint of roses, before he pushed his thumb into her mouth. As soon as he touched her hot, wet tongue, Kelly sucked in a sharp breath. Her insides boiled over, and her pussy pulsed with hot, wet need.

He just blissed me!

But it was the tiniest dose of Ultra Bliss ever given her. She’d only noticed due to her being so hyper aware of everything. Yet, that gave her an opening as well. So she relaxed and let nature, and predatory sexual practices, take their natural course.

“Oh, Pierce,” she whispered breathlessly, tilting her face up and offering her lips.

The silver-haired media mogul pounced without hesitation. He claimed her lips with such passion that Kelly forgot everything and just went with it. They made out hot and heavy, hands roaming, tongues dancing together. By the time Kelly’s mind returned to reality, she found her dress barely clinging to her flaring hips.

Pierce looked down at his hand, fondling a naked tit. She looked at it, then up at him. He smiled, before arching a brow. Kelly, head spinning, struggling to breathe, licked her lips. She kissed him, and then pushed down on her bunched dress. It fell to the floor, revealing she was waxed bare down there. Her folds gleamed with her wet arousal, feeling like they were leaking like a sieve.

It’s the Ultra Bliss, she told herself.

Her boss took Kelly by the hand and headed through a side door. Her breath caught as she passed inside a large and luxurious bedroom. King-sized bed. Sitting area. Gas fireplace. Yeah, there was no meeting in cheap motels for Pierce Rodgers.

Kelly started to help him undress. With more than a little enthusiasm, that she silently blamed on the Ultra Bliss as well. Pierce stopped her just long enough to remove his phone from his jacket pocket, mute the ringer, and then he placed it on the nightstand. Then Kelly was allowed to strip him naked.

After spending another few minutes kissing, he pushed her back atop the bed. He kept Kelly sitting on the side, then he knelt between her knees and went down on her. Kelly gasped, eyes big, as she watched and felt his talented lips, tongue, and fingers. It wasn’t often a man wanted to eat her out before she at least gave him a blow job. She kind of appreciated it. Who knew he was such a considerate lover?

While he ate pussy, she kept glancing over at his phone. So close and yet so far. Were all his darkest secrets on that phone? If so, could she find them? Everything she was doing was to get her hands on that phone and find incriminating evidence against him. If she failed…

“Oh!” she cried when he gave her engorged clit a little nibble.

That focused her attention back on him. She had to wear him out. Make him pass out. And that would take a lot of sex. The only question was which one of them had the most endurance. Kelly thought she had the advantage, since she was a thirty-two year old woman and he was a seventy-one year old man. So she helped him along by one grinding one of her stiletto heels into his hip, and secondly reaching down to start rubbing her clit to expedite her climax.

Between the two of them, Kelly’s insides erupted with divine glory in just a few minutes. Her firm white thighs clamped down around his head, keeping him in place to eat her all the way through her orgasm.

“Aaaaggh!”

She bucked and gasped, all while continuing to grind her pussy into his eager mouth.

“Oh baby, baby, baby,” she gasped out. “You’re the best, baby. You’re my king.”

“Damn, girl, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I’ve wanted you for so long,” Pierce said, rising up between her legs. His hard-on was poised right there, ready to penetrate. “But I do ask one thing of you. It’d make this perfect if you talked dirty to me while we made love.”

Mind still mostly held in the throes of orgasm, Kelly just blinked up at him. Was he serious? What did that mean exactly?

“Wh-What? I don’t understand.”

“Call me a bastard, a dick, a piece of shit,” he said. “And call yourself a dirty whore, a slut, and piece of shit. You know, talk dirty to me, and I’ll talk dirty to you.”

She just blinked up at him. “I don’t… I mean… I’ve never done that, but I’ll try.”

“Good girl,” he said, and then his face turned vicious. “You stinking, dirty whore. Suck my nasty dick, you slut.”

Kelly flinched back. He grinned at her.

“See, that kind of dirty talk,” he said. “It’s easy, once you get used to it.”

“Okay, I’ll try,” Kelly said, as she slowly wrapped a perfectly manicured, delicate hand around his rock hard shaft. Stroking him, she gathered her wits.

“That’s right, you little slut,” Pierce sneered. “Touch my dirty dick. Play with it. Lick it. Suck it like daddy’s lil whore.”

“Wh – Daddy’s lil whore?”

“I’m your daddy now, Kelly,” he said. “You’re my naughty little girl.”

He grabbed her chin, pushing his thumb into her mouth. Kelly sucked on it, feeling another little Ultra Bliss surge through her already aroused, overheated body. Her mind began to still, with only visions of sex acts remaining as her heart raced, and she began to pant.

“Fuck me. Fuck this nasty slut whore,” she said softly. Then with more conviction. “Fuck my face. Come all over your little girl’s face, Daddy.” A weak smile spread across her face. “Like that? Did I do it right?”

Pierce thrust into her unexpectedly.

“Ugggh! Ooooh, Daddy,” she gasped. “Fuck it hard. Trash my pussy, Daddy.”

Kelly felt her face pink. So embarrassing, yet… So thrilling as well. That penetration took her by surprise, scrambling her head for a few. Didn’t he want a BJ first? He asked her to suck it. Well, he actually commanded her to suck it.

“You are such a nasty little slut,” he gasped out, thrusting into her hard and fast.

Every thrust forced a loud grunt out of the hot blonde. Her long, stiletto-heeled legs wrapped around him, even as her hips thrust up to meet him. Pain and pleasure radiated out from her cunt, making her shapely body sing.

“Oh, Daddy, you are so big,” she gasped out. “You’re nasty little girl likes.”

It wasn’t a lie. Kelly felt that cock in her bones. Her pussy was still so tight after her climax, and truth be told, her vagina was still caught up in the throes of orgasm. So… yeah. She felt it. And it was all so good.

Just as she loosened up, and he was finally able to completely sheath inside her, Pierce pulled out. He stood up, and motioned Kelly to stand. Then he pushed her to her knees, before rubbing his cock all over her face. His cock was slick with her love juices, but Kelly quickly got control of his dick and started licking her wetness off him. And finally, holding his eyes in a sultry gaze, Kelly went down on her boss.

Kelly bobbed furiously, sucking and working her tongue. Pierce gasped and groaned, rising repeatedly up on his toes as both hands clutched her head. She gave him her best, taught to her super heroine persona by pimps and pushers who’d captured her. But mostly taught to her while she was enslaved by first Ekong Mbachu, and then the Germaines.

“Don’t swallow, you nasty whore,” Pierce cried, before ejaculating three times in her mouth. “Oh, fuck yes. You are such a perfect little slut. Now open your mouth and show me my cum.”

She felt pink heat spread across her cheeks as she pulled off his cock with a pop. That wouldn’t be the first time she’d been forced to display a man’s seed in her mouth, but it was always a humiliating act. But she obeyed, sitting back on her legs, tilting her face upward, and opening her mouth. Kelly stuck out her tongue, cupped to hold his seed. Pierce looked so pleased.

“Now swallow, you cum-hungry whore.” He waited, before arching a brow. “You stopped talking dirty, girl.”

“Oh! Sorry,” she gasped out. Kelly struggled to get her emotions under control. It didn’t feel like she would succeed in her mission, and would suffer the consequences for years to come. To save herself, she had to take control of the situation. “What is wrong with you? Why didn’t you come in my fucking face? Why are my tits untouched? Are you gay? Fuck me. Bone me like you own me.”

“I do own you, Kelly,” he sneered.

Her insides clenched. Did he? If she failed, then yes. She’d be his plaything for as long as he wanted her. That prospect focused her thoughts. Kelly had to find damning evidence on his phone, or else…

“Prove it! Fuck my pussy raw,” she demanded. “Be a man, and make me your stupid bitch.”

Pierce growled, grabbed a fistful of silky blonde hair, and yanked Kelly to her stiletto-heeled feet. Then he forced her to crawl up onto the bed, following her up and remaining behind the busty beauty. The media mogul slammed his cock back into her pussy, plowing her long and hard. Kelly bucked and cried out, head almost clear of thought except…

“Fuck me! Fuck me harder!” she cried. “I’m a stupid fucking girl. I’m a bad, bad girl. Punish me for being so slutty and bad.”

Pierce yanked her hair with one hand, spanked her well-rounded butt with the other, and continued to plow into her tight wetness with enthusiasm. It didn’t take long for the oversexed Amazon beauty to feel her body responding. He fucked her long and hard, and soon…

“Aaagggh!” she screamed. “Yes! Yes! Fuck my nasty pussy. Trash me. Trash my pussy!”

He growled, and fucked her through three more monster climaxes. Then Pierce pulled out, before coming that second time, and promptly shoved it up her asshole. Kelly cried out, an incredulous expression spreading across her gorgeous face.

“Oooooooh. Fuck that hurt,” she gasped out. “Trash my ass, you big prick. Fuck me like the slut I am. Come all over my butt. Come on my tits. Come in my face!”

“Take it, you nasty whore-slut!” he cried, unleashing his seed deep up her poop chute.

Pierce collapsed atop Kelly, driving her face down into the mattress. They lay there, his cock still deep up her ass. She gasped, huffing and puffing, shiny slick with sweat. So hot. So sexy. Her poor head spun, filled with satisfaction and shame. So much shame.

It’s just begun.

~**~**~

Baby blues popped open. Kelly lifted her head and looked around. A man lay next to her. She could tell he was sound asleep by his slow breathing. Her eyes then found the alarm clock.

12:42 PM? Oh fuck, she thought. That stupid receptionist knew she’d been more than two and a half hours alone with Pierce. They all know I’m fucking the boss! I have to get out of here before… Wait. He’s asleep. This is my chance.

Oh so slowly, carefully, Kelly rolled away from Pierce’s hot, naked body. She paused to consider just how wet and sticky she felt between her legs, but she’d been asleep long enough that neither her pussy or butt hole felt violated. Amazons recovered quickly physically. Keeping a sharp eye on her sleeping boss, Kelly slipped over to the side of the bed and close to his phone.

When she tried to access it, the phone prompted her for the access code. Instead, she pushed it close to Pierce’s sleeping face. The phone opened to her. Kelly grinned.

Finally, tech is working in my favor.

He had seven screens full of apps. Which one would give her the info she sought? A particularly colorful icon, on the first screen, caught her eye.

Hype No, she read silently. What kind of hype? Business? Political? Or is that a clever name to hide criminal activity behind?

Kelly tapped the app. The screen went blank for five seconds, and then it filled with color and movement, while the strangest noise filled her head. She pulled back, but stopped. Her eyes glazed over, and her jaw dropped.

Kelly sat there. Staring. Mind empty of thoughts. Open to suggestion.

~**~**~

Pierce woke. He heard a soft noise. A familiar sound. But…

He turned his face, averting his eyes as he opened them. But no one was pressing a phone to his face. Instead, he found Kelly sitting on the edge of the bed. She had his phone in hand. And his hypno app was running. The hot little blonde was caught.

“What are you looking for, Kelly?”

“Incriminating evidence to send you to prison.”

“Wow. That is unfortunate for you, girl,” he sneered, cupping a firm, heavy tit. “Now you belong to me. My slave slut. My personal fuck toy whore. Say it.”

“I belong to you. I am your personal fuck toy whore. I am your slave slut.”

He glanced at the clock. “I have a one o’clock meeting I can’t miss, otherwise…”

Pierce stood up before Kelly. “Suck it.”

The busty blonde wrapped a hand around his cock, stroked him to rock hardness, and then went down on him. She moaned and groaned, sucking with enthusiasm.

“Do you like sucking dick, Kelly?”

“I do.”

“Do you suck a lot of dick?”

“I do.”

“Wow. Not the answer I expected. Does your husband know about all the dick you suck?”

“He does. Robert loves to watch.”

Again, not the answer he expected. So, no cheating. Kelly was a hotwife, and Robert a cuckold. But that fact would make it easier for his hypno app to control her, making Kelly his personal fuck toy. But he had to do a little work first before he released her into the wild.

“Kelly, listen and obey,” Pierce said. “First, you will talk dirty whenever you fuck from this moment onward. You will use the nastiest, sexiest speech you can think of to turn on your lovers.”

“Yes, Master, your nasty whore obeys.”

Master? he thought. What kind of nasty shit are you and Robert into, Kelly? We’ll explore that another time.

“Secondly, whenever I call you and say ‘Post’ you will drop everything and come to me as fast as you can.”

“I will come to you as fast as I can, Master.”

He hesitated, “Thirdly… I don’t know if I should… Fuck it. Kelly, if anyone calls you a ‘Nasty Slut’ you will immediately become a raging, nasty, dirty-mouthed nympho and fuck them like a total slut whore. Understand?”

“Yes, Master, if anyone calls me a ‘Nasty Slut’ it will unleash my nasty whore within and I will prove them right by fucking them.”

He laughed. Did anyone ever dare to call Kelly Kavanaugh a nasty slut to her face? Well, they were about to find out.

“Good girl,” he said. “Now, lastly, when I tell you to ‘wake,’ you will remember having nasty, wonderfully fun sex with me. But you will not remember your desire to find incriminating evidence against me, and you will not remember being captured by the hypno app. But you will obey nonetheless.”

“Yes, Master, I obey.”

“Wake, Kelly.”

Kelly gasped, blinked, and looked around. Then she smacked her lips, licked them, and winced.

“Is there a problem, Kelly? Does my cum taste bad?”

“No. Of course not,” she said. “I’m fine. Oh! Look at the time!”

“I know. We fell asleep,” he said. “I have a meeting, so forgive me if I leave before you finish cleaning up and dressing.” He pointed to an open door. “That is a full bath. Take all the time you need.”

With that, Pierce quickly redressed and left. Kelly sat on the bed and looked around.

“What happened? Why did I let him seduce me?”

Didn’t matter now. Kelly’s shoulders slumped. She belonged to Pierce now. Her weekly meetings would be in bed from that moment onward.

“Will I start getting booty calls from him?” she asked, heart hammering. “Robert is not going to understand this… Setback.”

~**~**~

Ms Justice flew northward across the river, dividing downtown Synne City from Uptown. She was just a hundred feet above the streets, sharp blue eyes looking for trouble. At the same time, she moved closer and closer to the entertainment district catering to the nearby university. Young men and women crowded the sidewalks and streets. Few had cars, so had to walk the dark streets back and forth between their dorms.

A smorgasbord for predators, she thought.

On top of that, Lady Dragon had recently preyed upon coeds running that gauntlet. The city’s super heroines had stopped her, but the courts had released that uber dangerous criminal back into the wild. The heroines had all stepped up their patrols of the area.

A motorcyclist cruised slowly up the street. She watched him warily, because the man was openly gawking at all the sexily attired coeds. But the coeds were all in groups of five or more along that stretch of road. The young man didn’t look like a student, either. Ms Justice thought he looked familiar: tall, muscular, with ratty looking brown hair and the beginning of a beard and mustache. He wore jeans and a t-shirt, no helmet.

Spotting a disturbance up ahead, she zipped over to find a group of male and female college students shouting angrily at each other. Each group was similarly attired.

“Greeks,” she muttered. “Frat boys and sorority girls.”

Not all of the Greeks houses got along. As she hovered unseen above them, Ms Justice realized the girls were the aggressors, and hurling some really biting insults.

“That’s all well and good, boys and girls,” Ms Justice shouted down. Two dozen young faces looked up. She grinned down at them, knowing they could barely make her out. “You are causing a disturbance. Please disburse. Boys go one direction, the girls in the other.” No one moved. “Now, or I take all of your names and report you to the university, who will call your parents.”

And they moved out with purpose. A few taunts were flung at the other group before they were beyond shouting distance. Ms Justice watched their departures. While she was a member of a sorority in college, they never got into pissing matches like that.

“Kids today,” she said, shaking her head.

Heading back down the street, Ms Justice spotted a parked motorcycle. Where was the rider? Her heart rate spiked. It was a dark, residential area. Lots of large trees, night shadows, and such. So she dropped lower, all senses on high alert.

A woman’s sob reached her. Ms Justice zeroed in on the sound coming from the night shadows between two houses. Swooping in, she spotted the young man holding a knife on two blonde coeds. They were crying while he rifled through their purses.

“Not on my watch,” she snarled, and flew hard and fast at his back. Ms Justice turned in midair, driving her stiletto-heeled feet into his back, right between his shoulder blades. “Halt in the name of the law!”

Her strike smashed him face first into the soft, cool grass. The two purses flew from his hands. As the heroine landed, straddling the mugger’s prone body, the two coeds grabbed their purses and ran.

“Hey, come back!” she cried, taking off after them. “I need you to file police reports!”

They just ran faster. Ms Justice stopped, seething. Now she’d have to let the mugger go.

“What is wrong with them?”

Returning to the mugger, she found him on all fours and gathering his wits.

“Ms Justice?” he snarled. “You’re the cunt that sucker punched me?”

“It wasn’t exactly a sucker punch,” she said. “But yes. Let’s not forget you were mugging two girls.”

“What girls? I don’t see any victims, except me,” he sneered. “And don’t think I want press char – ”

Ms Justice lashed out with a foot, kicking him in the side of the head. The mugger was flung to the ground, where he writhed and groaned. She paced around him, hands on her well-rounded hips.

“Do not threaten me, miscreant,” she snarled, baby blues narrowed behind her mask. “I am Ms Justice, and everyone knows I don’t take any shit from low-lifes like you.”

“Huh. Funny.”

She stopped before him, striking a classic super heroine pose: chin high, chest out, hips cocked. He slowly rose to his feet. She tensed, wanting to knock him back down but didn’t have cause. She didn’t want to be a bully… But sometimes heroines had to teach the bad guys lessons.

“You think I’m funny?” she said, cocking her head, eyes narrowing.

“I do,” he said. He grinned. “I have memberships on several porn sites, and have seen all of your capture sex tapes.”

She flinched back. Oh, how she hated it when bad guys threw that in her face!

“I’ve never seen anyone, not even Catgirl, who sucks dick with more enthusiasm than you, Super Slut,” he sneered.

“What? Take that back!”

“I can’t lie, Ms Justice,” he laughed. “You are a super slut. You might be the nastiest slut heroine in the city.”

The busty heroine reeled. Nastiest slut? Why did that hit her so hard? Was it because he was right? Was she the biggest slut of all the city’s super heroines?

“Shut up,” she gasped, feeling weak and ashamed.

“Why? I’m not telling you anything you, and everyone else in the city, already knows,” he sneered. “You, Ms Justice, are a nasty slut.”

Those two words reverberated through her head, through her very psyche. Ms Justice staggered back a step, head spinning. Then her insides melted, pussy throbbing with achy need. She looked at him with hungry eyes, heart racing. Licking her glossy red lips, the heroine stepped closer as she caught and held his eyes.

“Shut the fuck up,” she said breathlessly as she shoved him with both hands. “And fuck me. Fuck me like the nasty slut whore that I am.”

Ms Justice pounced on the mugger, throwing her arms around him as she claimed his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. He staggered back, acting uncertain and afraid. She didn’t let him escape. Oh no. She had needs. He was there, and could take care of her.

“Please, don’t go. Stay and fuck me. I hunger. I need,” she begged. Dropping to her knees, Ms Justice quickly unzipped him. Pulling out his still limp cock, she looked up, bit her lip, and graced him with the wickedest smile. “You’re right. I am a dirty whore. Fuck me. Fuck my nasty mouth and come all over my face and tits. Trash me, baby. I’ll do anything for you.”

The shapely blonde sucked his limp cock into her hot, wet mouth. It took all of fifteen seconds to make him hard, long, and thick. Bobbing up and down his cock, she moaned and groaned. Then she pulled off, lifted his cock high, and buried her face in his hot, sweaty balls.

“Tea-bag your dirty girl, boy,” she cried. “I’m just a horny slut. You know it. Fuck me like the nasty girl that I am.”

He grabbed a fistful of silky blonde hair, yanked her head back, and then shoved it into her mouth. Ms Justice closed her eyes and sucked with all her heart and soul. So good. So nasty wonderful.

“Suck it all down, you nasty whore,” he sneered, unleashing a viscous flood inside her mouth. He pulled out after the first ejaculation, and then came twice more all over her masked face. “You are so fucking nasty, Ms Justice Whore. I’m going to – ”

Blue and red lights started flashing out on the street. They both looked over to see a police cruiser stopped next to the parked bike. Two cops with flashlights headed their way.

“Halt. Don’t move!” a cop shouted.

“Fuck me,” the mugger cried, and took off running.

“It’s Roger Bundy! Get him!”

Both cops took off after him. Ms Justice was left behind, panting and body throbbing with unfinished energy and need. Her red-gloved hand dropped between her legs as she knelt there, starting to rub her clit through her bikini bottoms.

“No. I shouldn’t,” she gasped out. “Oh God. I ache. I need so much…”

She flew straight up from her knees, her flight path erratic. She dropped too low and smashed through the top of a tree. Gaining altitude, she did a hop over the river and plunged back into the urban jungle. And then, trying to gain altitude, she instead side-swiped a building and went crashing into a dark alley.

“Ooooh, that hurt so much,” she gasped, sprawled face down on the cold, dirty concrete. Rolling over onto her back, she lay there gasping for breath. “What is wrong with me? Why am I so out of control? Did he bliss me?”

Her hand dropped down between her legs again. Only, instead of rubbing her clit through her costume bottoms, her hand slipped under at the side and started rubbing circles, alternating between her hot, slick pussy and her throbbing clit.

Ms Justice’s back bowed, knees up, and long stiletto heels scraping back and forth across the concrete as she rubbed one out. She cried out in orgasmic joy as her insides pulsed with euphoria. Pure bliss washed over her as she reveled in the throes of climax.

“I am such a dirty fucking cunt! So fucking horny!” she cried out to the heavens. “Why can’t someone fuck me!”

“Um… Really?” a male voice asked.

The heroine’s eyes popped open. She looked left, right, all around. A dozen homeless men surrounded her, appearing to be between mid-twenties and late seventies. All looked dirty, lusty, and just a little wary of her.

“Are you really a super heroine?” one middle-aged black man asked.

“Fuck right she is,” a twenty-something white guy said. “That’s Ms Justice her own fine self. I heard she’s done a lot of sex tapes with pimps and gangbangers.”

“Yes!” Ms Justice cried, rolling to all fours. “I’m a horny, nasty girl. I need so much. Please. Fuck me. Cum in my face. Cum on my tits. Anything you want, but please fuck me. Fuck this nasty slut.”

Most of the men flinched back, but two of them all but pounced on her. The last two homeless men to comment grabbed her. The white guy gathered up her long, silky hair and held tightly while he pressed his cock to her lips. The older black guy ripped her bikini bottoms off, grabbed her well-rounded hips with both hands, and plowed into her hot, wet pussy with gusto.

“Uggh! Yes,” she cried. “Fuck my nasty cunt. Fuck me raw!”

Ms Justice then went down on the other homeless man. She moaned and groaned, slurped and giggled as she sucked his dick with a hungry mouth. After a moment, she waved two more men over to wrap her hands around their cocks. A moment later, someone unzipped her red, white, and blue stars and stripes corset, yanking it off her body.

“Yes! Make it rain cum!” Ms Justice cried, when the homeless man fucking her doggie style pulled out to come all over her butt and lower back. Then the other three men started coming in her face. She rose up, head back, and reveled in the feel of hot cum splattering across her face, neck and tits. “Make it rain cum all over me!”

Other homeless men dragged her out from between them. There was a brief fight over who got her next, but soon she was getting it two and three men at a time. Those homeless men passed her around, gangbanged her, and otherwise enjoyed the benefits of a truly uninhibited nasty slut the rest of the night.

Ms Justice woke after the sun was up, finding herself in the middle of five sleeping, naked homeless men. She slowly extradited herself from that mass of humanity, teetering atop her stiletto boots. That’s when she realized her mask was missing. Indeed, all she wore was her choker and boots.

The sticky, nasty super heroine staggered around, collecting all the pieces of her costume. She got the corset back on, and the gloves. But she never found her bikini bottoms, and she didn’t have any glue for the mask. Besides, cold cum slathered her face.

“What happened?” She looked around at the sleeping homeless men, and down at her desecrated body. “This has to be the nastiest setback I had to date. I just want a hot shower.”

And with that, Ms Justice flew up and away.

~**~**~

Sporadic gunfire echoed through the streets. Ms Justice froze, cocking her head. The gun battle had moved. She was sure of it. A running gunfight? So she flew up and toward the last sounds of gunfire. And spotted two shadowy groups of young men leap-frogging from cover to cover on opposite sides of the street, all while randomly popping off shots at each other.

She streaked through the night sky, eyes scanning the lower middle-class neighborhood. Realtors liked to call it an ‘up and coming’ neighborhood. That meant gentrification was in full swing, with home flippers buying from poor people and rebuilding too expensively for the people of that area to afford. As more and more affluent people moved in, home prices went up, and then property taxes went up to push more poor people into selling.

This gang fight will not help property values, she thought.

Ms Justice flew over the street, from behind the running fight, and then past them. She flew just ten feet over the street, in plain view, and drew in a little gunfire. Since her Object of Power protected her from bullets, she had no concern other than stopping the gun battle. Too many innocent people were in the surrounding homes.

That did the trick. Both street gangs scattered after her first flyby. So Ms Justice lifted up two hundred feet to survey the land. Here and there she spotted escaping gangbangers sneaking away. Since they were all heading away from each other, she let them go. As a single heroine she could only catch a handful anyway, and probably not any leaders.

Her phone vibrated in its secret pocket down in her right thigh boot. The busty blonde quickly dug it out. The screen indicated a forwarded call from her alter ego’s phone. The name displayed sucked the air out of her lungs.

“Why is Pierce calling me at this hour?”

Only one way to find out. Her heart started to race. She could only think of one reason her pig of a boss would call her in the middle of the night – bootie call. He knew her husband was in New York for two more days.

“Fuck me,” she whispered, and answered. “Hello?”

“Good, you’re awake, Kelly,” he said.

“It’s two in the morning, Pierce,” she cried. “I can’t think of any good reason to call me at this hour.”

Righteous anger was always her first thought when she needed to escape that uber rich and powerful sexual predator. He never objected when she used it, either. She suspected it was all a game to him, while it felt like life and death to her.

“Actually, I was thinking about you. And me. And how Robert has been out of town for over a week. I worry about you. Maybe you’d enjoy…”

“I’d enjoy some sleep,” she interrupted. “Thank you for your concern. I’m scheduled to be in the office in exactly twelve hours. If you need to speak with me that would be the time to do it. So good – ”

“Actually, Kel, I was thinking more in terms of… Post.”

Ms Justice’s jaw dropped. Her eyes glazed over, and all thought vanished from her head. Everything changed, including her core melting into a hot, fluttery mess. Her pussy started tingling, love juices flowing to prepare her to accept a lover.

“I’m at my home in the country north of town,” Pierce said. “You’ve attended numerous events here. Come to me, and give me what I want, you nasty slut.”

Ms Justice gasped, belly clenching as she almost climaxed. Her mind filled with all the dirtiest, nastiest sex acts she could imagine. And she’d been captured and enslaved enough to know a lot of truly perverted things.

“I’m on my way, Master.”

Ms Justice stuffed the phone back into her boot, turned northward, and shot out of there like a bullet. She flew straight as an arrow toward her master’s estate. Her shapely body tingled and ached for release. Hungered for the touch of her master. She so wanted to masturbate as she flew, but…

My body is for my master’s pleasure, not mine. I must not delay getting to him.

The US flag themed super heroine reached the Rodger’s Estate in less than ten minutes. She spotted the enormous French Provincial mansion in the night, mostly dark and intimidating. The front door was lit, as were a few rooms. No cars in the circular drive.

Ms Justice came to a clattering landing on that driveway, slowing quickly to a sassy strut up to the door. She rang the bell, before taking the time to smooth out her windblown hair. The busty blonde struck a sexy pose as soon as she heard footsteps approaching inside. A big smile spread across her face when the door opened.

“Ms Justice? What are you doing here?” Pierce asked.

“You summoned me, Master,” she said.

“What? Wait… Are you…”

“Kelly Kavanaugh. Your nasty whore-slut,” she said. “Your horny cum slut eager for a cum shower, Master. Command me. I am yours.”

“Take off the mask,” he commanded. Her red-gloved hands rose up to her face. “No! Stop. Not yet. I want to fuck Ms Justice first.”

Pierce looked her up and down with relish. Then he grabbed a wrist and yanked her inside, before slamming the door shut. Ms Justice submissively dropped to her knees before him with an eager look on her masked face.

“What do you want, you nasty slut?”

Ms Justice’s eyes fluttered closed, a low groan escaping her glossy red lips. Then she opened her eyes, giving him the wickedest look, and bit her lip. Her hands cupped her tits as she wagged her brows.

“I want you to fuck me stupid, Master,” she growled, voice low and breathless. “I want you to fuck my ass, pull out, and make me suck that nasty dick clean. Then I pray you come all over my face and tits. I need to be trashed, fucked raw, and left wet and nasty on the floor.”

She saw the bulge in his trousers immediately. Pierce was practically panting in his need and desire. Ms Justice crawled up to him, unzipped him, and pulled out his rock hard cock. Her baby blues widened, focused just on it. So big and beautiful. All hers to play with. The instrument her master would use her with, abuse her, make her his plaything.

“I’m just a nasty cum-hungry slut, your pretty cum-bucket,” she growled, baby blues full of dark lust. “Fuck meat. Slime my face and tits with your hot cum, Master. I’m just a slutty piece of white trash. Use me anyway you want.”

Ms Justice kissed his dick head, long and lovingly. Then she teased his pisshole with the tip of her tongue, before swirling her hot, wet tongue all around that swollen glans several times. Then catching and holding his eyes, she slowly sucked his cock in until her lips sealed around the base of his shaft.

“That feels great, Ms J,” he said. Pierce pulled out of her mouth. “I have another idea. Come.”

Pierce wouldn’t let her stand, so Ms Justice crawled next to him into the Great Room. He stripped naked, sat in a chair, and waved her up between his legs. Ms Justice didn’t waste any time going down on him again. After a moment, he stopped her a second time.

“Take off your top,” he said. “And titty fuck me.”

Ms Justice quickly unzipped the corset, tossing it aside without a thought. She crawled up close and personal, took her firm, heavy tits in both hands, and wrapped his erection within their silken embrace. Pierce started thrusting up between her tits, his cock head popping out over and over. She bit her lip while staring lovingly up into his blissful face.

“You have the best fucking tits, whore,” he gasped out. “I’m going to slather your whore tits with my seed. I’m going to make you my slutty bitch, Kel.”

“Yes. Fuck me with that nasty dick! Fuck my disgusting titties,” she said. “I’m your nasty bitch. Your fuck meat toy. Trash my tits and face.”

Pierce thrust harder, faster. Her fat tits jounced and quivered with every impact. Pre-cum quickly lubricated her cleavage, making it better for both of them. Ms Justice continued talking dirty for him, begging him to fuck her in every unsavory manner possible. Begging him to “trash every orifice” she had.

As he felt the change within, Pierce palmed the back of Ms Justice’s head. He pulled her face down until his cock tapped her lips every time it peaked out from between her tits. She stuck out her tongue to give a lick every time. And then he smiled…

“Oooh, fuck yes,” Pierce sighed gustily.

Hot cum jetted out of his cock, splattering across her nose, lips, and chin. It quickly drooled off her chin to spatter all over her heaving tits. He grinned, reached down and twisted both hard, erect nipples. Ms Justice’s head lolled around.

“Oh, Master, Master, Master,” she gasped out. “Your stupid slut is so close. Please, Master, I beg you to fuck me. Make me come so hard I piss myself.”

The silver-haired septuagenarian growled with a triumphant grin. He seized her hair, dragging the shapely heroine to her booted feet. Then he bent her over the chair, and lifted his free hand high.

Thwack!

“Stupid slut!” Thwack! “You are a worthless cum-bucket to me!” Thwack!“Just a stinking piece of fuck meat.”

Thwack! Thwack!

“Aaaiiee! Harder!” she screamed. “I’m a bad, bad girl! Spank me! Spank me harder, Daddy!”

Thwack! Thwack! THWACK!

Pierce grabbed her flaring hip, guided his cock to her anus, and slowly forced his way in. Ms Justice’s breath caught, eyes huge, as he penetrated. Then she bowed up, eyes rolling up, and cried out in pain and pleasure.

“Yes! Trash my ass! My stinking, slimy ass!” she cried. “Hurts so good. Punish me, Daddy, I’ve been such a slutty girl. I fucked a dozen or more homeless scum last night! I let them pass me around for hours and hours! I’m so nasty and worthless.”  Her master started pounding that ass. Ms Justice squealed and cried out, splayed hands clutching at thin air. Soon her red-booted feet came off the floor to kick uselessly in the air. And then her insides changed, and that heady rush to climax pushed her over the top. All thoughts faded, her mind an open vessel, as she screamed her abject pleasure.

“Aaaaagggh!” She gasped, huffed and puffed, as he continued to hammer her ass through her orgasm. One hand reached up and around to her face, dug under the edge of her mask, and pulled it away. “Oh Daddy. I am yours to command. Forever yours.”

~**~**~

“And that concludes another week of us keeping an eye on the Progressive Left, my friends,” Kelly Kavanaugh said, looking into the camera. The director ordered the cameraman to zoom in close. So close Kelly noticed a tiny smear in her lip gloss. “I’ll be off on vacation for the next two weeks. I will charge you to keep the Liberals’ feet to the fire while I’m gone, stay free, and stay Right! Good night, America.”

“Wahoo! Another great show, Kelly!” Jerry said, rushing up to give her a high five.

“Thanks, Jerry,” she said, rising to her stiletto heeled feet. She pretended to teeter, causing her to rub her boobs into the young man’s chest. “Oopsy. So sorry.”

Yeah, Jerry wasn’t sorry. He inadvertently copped a feel. Or maybe it wasn’t an accident. He wasn’t blushing, after all. Kelly gave him a smile and wink, and then smoothed down her bright red, super tight mini-dress. Since becoming the boss’s woman, her outfits had become increasingly skimpier and sexier.

“Have a nice weekend, Jerry,” Kelly whispered, and kissed him on the corner of the mouth. Then she headed toward her dressing room. Slanting wicked eyes back at him. “Think about me as much as possible.”

Kelly quickly passed into the narrow corridors backstage, finding five corporate types waiting eagerly. Not unusual. Their leering smiles, eyes hungrily scanning her sexily attired body, were relatively new. After three months as her master’s exclusive fuck toy, Pierce started to share Kelly with other top executives. She’d developed intimate relationships with all of the media company’s senior executives over the last four months.

“Heeey, boys, are you waiting for lil ole me?” she purred in a little girl voice. “You make me all tingly inside.”

She gave them a little wiggle and giggle. Yeah, their eyes almost popped out.

“Oh man, Kel,” Doug Philips said, eyes locked on her deep cleavage. “I love the way you’ve become such a, um, team player, since you got rid of Robert. He was such a killjoy.”

She giggled, but a tinge of regret hit her as well. Her master didn’t want to share his prize, so commanded her to divorce Robert. Her husband was devastated, but she used her Ms Justice Truth Medallion to soothe him over. Then she made him forget about her being a super heroine.

Kelly was generous in the divorce settlement, giving him a full half of their fortune. He earned it, after all. Last she heard, Robert was living his best life in Mexico with four nubile Latina beauties.

“I’d love to hang out with you boys, maybe have a little fun, but my boyfriend is waiting,” she said, starting to scoot past them. The corridor was so narrow, she couldn’t get by without rubbing against them. As they planned. So Kelly side-stepped past the first man while facing him, rubbing her boobs across his chest as she stared into his eyes. Then she spun around to grind her butt into the next man’s groin. She kept flipping around and rubbing until past them all. “You boys are so naughty.” She bit her lip, “But so am I!”

The conservative TV pundit made it to her dressing room without any other physical contact. As expected, Pierce Rodgers waited on her couch. Her PA and glam squad had already gone home. It was just the two of them, so she locked the door.

“Great show, Kel,” Pierce said, unzipped and pulled out his cock. “You look so sexy in that dress, all I want to do is get you out of it.”

Kelly threw back her head and laughed. “You are such a pig, Master.” She reached back, unzipped her dress, and pulled it off to reveal nothing underneath. “And I want to wallow in debauchery with you so much.”

“Come to Daddy, you wicked little nasty slut,” he growled.

“Oh, Daddy! You are so naughty,” she purred, straddling his lap and grinding her waxed bare pussy against his erection. “Your little girl is so achy and needy. And worse, she flirted with and rubbed herself against men in the corridor.” She caught and held his eyes. “Daddy should spank his naughty little girl.”

“Oh, I will. Don’t worry your sweet little head over that,” he said. “But first, before we head out on vacation, Daddy wants some hot girl pussy.”

“Do we have time?”

He laughed. “It’s my personal jet. I decide what time we take off. So, mount up, Kelly.”

She lifted up above his erection. Kelly’s perfectly manicured hand reached down to guide him to her snatch, and then she lowered herself upon him. Impaled herself, in fact.

“Oooh, Daddy.”

He kissed her, then kissed his way down to her tits. Her master motorboated her, smothered her tits with kisses and nibbles, all while both hands fondled her roughly. Kelly squealed and wiggled, while bouncing slowly up and down his shaft.

“It feels so good to claim you after fourteen years of trying,” Pierce said. “I have to say, I admired you’re strength and ability to avoid falling to my charms, or doing something to get fired.”

She smiled. “I can’t take all of the credit, Daddy. I was recruited by the Council of Witches to be a super heroine just one week after you hired me as a reporter. My training gave me the strength I needed; otherwise, you would’ve been banging eighteen year old Kelly Richardson just like this within the first two weeks of hiring me.” She shrugged. “Despite my confident appearance at the time, I was an emotional mess deep within. Teenage Kelly was super horny all the time, but a Christian girl wanting to do right by Jesus. That inner turmoil left me very vulnerable, and despite your advances scaring the bejesus out of me, I was also kinda buckling under the pressure. I really did want to make you happy, since you were making my dream come true by hiring me.”

“I really was that close to nailing you back then?”

“Yes, Daddy. If I wasn’t recruited to become a super heroine when I was, I would’ve surrendered to you the very next time you propositioned me. I’d already pretty much accepted the fact. But then…”

“You secretly became a super heroine, went to college, and married Robert Kavanaugh,” he said. “And the rest is TV Cable News history.”

“Exactly, Daddy. I had a storied fourteen year career as Ms Justice, while enjoying an equally successful TV News career.”

“And now your celebrated super heroine career is over,” he said. “All those hours you spent saving the world from men like me, will instead be spent giving pleasure to me. When not at work at the studio, you are my obedient slavegirl. You are now my full time fuck toy, Kelly.”

“I am your cum-slut whore now, Daddy,” she purred, nuzzling his ear. “Now and forever, and I am very happy to be your nasty slut in every way imaginable. The nastier the better.”

The End